Rebel With A Cause [SAMPLE ONLY]

Chapter One

Kaitlyn applied more pressure to the frozen peas on Carter’s face and rolled her eyes when he winced. She’d gone over to his place the next day to see how he was doing. He claimed his was in tons of pain, and yet he’d done nothing about the bruising.

“God, chill out,” she muttered. “It’s only a punch.”

Carter growled. “My head hurts like someone’s driven a jackhammer through it, and my jaw is bruised. I look like some kinda little punk kid,” he spat angrily. “If he wasn’t your dad, he’d be dead. And these peas are cold.”

Kaitlyn sighed and kissed him full on the mouth, anything to shut him up. He was being overdramatic, whining like a baby. What man couldn’t deal with the cold?

“Ooh, I like that,” Carter said quietly, in reference to the kiss. He gripped her by the waist and pulled her close to him. “Gimme some more.”

She pushed him away and rolled her eyes, taking the peas back to the freezer.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” he asked, leaning back on the kitchen counter so she’d have the perfect view of his hot body.

“Nothing,” Kaitlyn replied. “Are we going to the races tonight?”

Carter smirked. “Which one?”

Kaitlyn rolled her eyes. Carter was a big name in the street racer world, and he was often requested to race in a different race every night.

“The one with the most money up for grabs?” she asked casually. She had seen a new pair of high tops at the mall the other day, and she really needed some cash to buy them.

Carter laughed. “I'm sure I can raise the stakes at whatever race I'm at.”

Kaitlyn leaned on the fridge and Carter jumped off the counter, going over to pin her there so he could hungrily press his lips to hers.

When the kiss was over, he leaned his forehead against hers and looked her dead in the eye.

“What is it you want this time?” he asked. She smirked. He knew her too well.

“Some new shoes,” she said. “I have a weakness for pretty shoes.”

Carter laughed. “Damn girl, how many pairs of shoes have I bought you now?”

Kaitlyn shrugged. “A few.”

In actual fact, Carter had paid for most of her shoes, and most of her clothes. He’d pretty much paid for her entire wardrobe. What he didn’t spend on her went on his car.

“So, where are we going tonight?” she asked again.

Carter sighed and moved away. “We’re going to the Otara races. I heard that stupid foreign kid, Marcus, is going to be at the Mangere races. There’s no way I'm racing him again.”

Kaitlyn gave him a small smile full of sympathy, scowling again before he could notice. Carter hated when people felt sorry for him, but they couldn’t help it after that night with Marcus.

Carter and the other racers had placed a five grand bet, throwing in their girlfriend as an extra twist, because it was a race of the best street racers in the Auckland region. Carter had come second, Marcus had come first.

But Carter didn’t seem to care that he’d lost Kaitlyn to Marcus. What he did seem to care about was the fact that he’d lost five thousand dollars. When Marcus had left New Zealand to visit his grandparents over in South Korea, only then could Kaitlyn return to Carter. However, Carter had already moved on, and screwed a different girl each night.